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Pain runs deep. Grief scars are powerful, and sink into the darkest recesses of the heart. Catastrophic wounds can throw us into survival mode for a while.

No matter how old the wound, with the right trigger, the pain can become incredibly fresh again.

Grief is like that. And it’s especially challenging during the holiday season.

Origin unknown – I read an article somewhere, some time ago on this topic and edited, shortened and added some of my own thoughts to it for my own purposes, but thought to share it with others who may get some benefit. (Italics in the article are my thoughts – ZellFred)

If Heaven had a stairway

I stopped to think of you today

And pictured your sweet face

This past week I lost a another relative to lung cancer.  She had been battling with it for many years and a true warrior, but finally lost her battle.  We grew up together as kids and had so much fun!  As  you get older and go off in separate directions, we lost touch.  I moved out of state and we rarely saw each other.  When my dad died, she attended his funeral

As the holidays roll in, I read different takes as to why and how painful the holiday season truly is and why……with the loss of my mom, my brother, and most recent my dad, growing up, we always made the holidays the showpiece and the event of the year……memories were made, fun, togetherness, and gatherings.  Now, all I have are empty chairs and an empty heart.

As the holidays roll in, I read different takes as to why and how painful the holiday season truly is and why……with the loss of my mom, my brother, and most recent my dad, growing up, we always made the holidays the showpiece and the event of the year……memories were made, fun, togetherness, and gatherings.  Now, all I have are empty chairs and an empty heart.